{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Distancing Diaries: A Day in the (Quarantine) Life &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"doAltIVWGD\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/distancing-diaries-a-day-in-the-quarantine-life\/\">Distancing Diaries: A Day in the (Quarantine) Life<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/distancing-diaries-a-day-in-the-quarantine-life\/embed\/#?secret=doAltIVWGD\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Distancing Diaries: A Day in the (Quarantine) Life&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"doAltIVWGD\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"A Saturday chez moi, because 75% of the workday is spent in front of a computer\u2014and that&#8217;s no fun. And because we&#8217;re still on lockdown, in quarantine. 8:00AM I&#8217;m up, but still in bed, luxuriating under a cocoon of comforter and weighted blankets. It&#8217;s easy waking up sans alarm when there&#8217;s sun. For half the year, I feel productive, alive,\u00a0excited. SAD is a real; thank goodness it&#8217;s spring. 8:15AM I&#8217;ll laze around in the mornings (weekend or not), but once I&#8217;m awake, I feel an urgent need to scrape my tongue immediately. I&#8217;m lethargic, gross, and inhuman otherwise; I\u00a0highly recommend incorporating this Ayurvedic practice into your daily routine. (I&#8217;m so passionate about it that for Christmas one year, I gifted everyone I love a surgical steel-grade tongue scraper. Well, except my boyfriend, who insists that running your teeth across your tongue does the same thing. It doesn&#8217;t.) 8:45AM Kettle is boiling. Hot green tea is my religion, but today, I&#8217;m feeling indulgent. I make a matcha latte instead. One-part hot water, one part warmed oat milk. Mixed with a fork, because I&#8217;m not indulgent enough to bring out the whisk. (It requires more work to clean than a quick, one-two&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/quarantine-day-in-the-life-1-sweats-threddies-cotton-socks-joan-didion-a-book-of-common-prayer.jpg"}